life and love

[spotsycool]

Love...or was it obsession? I don’t know. Maybe it was a mixture of both...maybe it wasn’t anything at all. Maybe I was just young and stupid...maybe I’m still young and stupid. And maybe I’m just too numb to care

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[the_wretching]

People put too much pressure on happiness. Happiness is delicate and small and perfect. One needs to cradle it. To sing to it.

It is shy and sneaks into the room unexpectedly. Sometimes it's very hard to notice it before it slips back out. A good joke, a found treasure of any sort at all. The secret may be in appreciating it when you stumble upon it. And not in that bossy count-your-blessing way. But in letting it soak into your skin. Letting yourself be amazed, impressed, moved, feeling it in your bones.

As to love, I seem to think I can live without it. So I obviously don't really know what it is. But hate is definitely related. I think perhaps hate is what we use to build a protective shell around that which we love.

[spotsycool]

"I think perhaps hate is what we use to build a protective shell around that which we love." I like that. Nicely put, wretching. Thanks.

[glennagirl]

I've heard it said often that Happiness is a state that is subject to circumstances, but Joy is a state of being that comes from deep within.
Circumstances will always change, and there is no way to control what the other person does. The Joy that you possess, however, is yours to keep. Even when Happiness flees, you can still have Joy.
I have found that to be true.

[spotsycool]

Very true, glenna. Thank you. :)